MAD LOVE…REAL LOVE

She watched and listened
Then made her move
And as it unfolded
He totally agreed
What they got was
Unexpected but
At this late date
It was delightful
Beyond description
Love can’t be
Tentative…it
Must be bold
She may not yet
Know from experience
But so much more than
The first…the last love
Is the best…the one
To remember…real love
 
© 2017 Robert Mihaly
 
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LUCKY I PASSED

I was told Riffy was very protective, especially toward the ladies in the family, and that he was prone to biting weak-willed men. If you stood your ground and spoke with authority, you passed the test. Luckily, I passed. I soon learned that, even with his reputation, he wanted attention, and I quickly, and then often, found his snoot poked in my face as I sat on the couch.
 
I’ll have to admit…dogs aren’t my favorite pets. I like cats, even though my allergy made having one impossible. I especially didn’t like it when a big dog like a Huskie or Lab came up and stuck his nose in my crotch. I’m told they all do that. It doesn’t make them any more endearing. But Riffy was a midsize dog…apparently a mix of Border Collie and something else. He had the speed of a Border Collie, but not the disposition. He at least chose some people to be friendly with. Somehow the normal herding instinct went awry. Riffy was more likely to chase down a squirrel than to herd anything.
 
I guess strangers wandering through his yard looked like squirrels to him. More than one regretted their trespass when it was rewarded by a nipped rear end. Even I, in my last encounter with Riffy, narrowly avoided that fate. I saw him approaching, head down in hunting posture, and he began growling. I knew his eyesight was failing, so I  yelled, “Stop it, Riffy!” His approach immediately transformed from menacing to obedient and submissive, punctuated by a furiously wagging tail. Thank goodness he recognized my voice and that I wasn’t about to take any of his crap. We live so much longer than most other animals that it’s inevitable to have to say goodbye. It wasn’t long after that encounter that this long-time family pet made his last trip to the vet…the day all pet owners dread. He’s gone, but he won’t be forgotten…not even by those unfortunate intruders.
 
© 2017 Robert Mihaly
 
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BUT I’M A CAT LOVER!

The long-haired male ginger cat I called my buddy saw me sitting on the bottom step by the back door and hurried toward me. Soon, as always, he was in my lap and purring vigorously. The goofy look on his face told me he was enjoying it as I scratched the top of his head and behind his ears. He stretched out, and soon the purring slowed, and he knew he was asleep. I knew I had to leave soon, but how do you bring yourself to disturb a cat at peace with the world? I was glad that my cat whispering was all it took to get his attention.

My allergies keep me from having a cat of my own, but I’m always glad to welcome a cat friend. My buddy actually belongs to my neighbor. I think he’d gladly change families if I could survive it. When he’s on my lap, there’s nothing his cat mom or dad owner can say to get him to go to them. Perhaps it’s a bit malicious on my part, but I never encourage him to leave to go home.

I heard cat mom calling. “Rusty! Here, Kitty!” Only a few seconds passed before she repeated her call. No response from “Rusty” told me he wanted to stay. When I looked toward their house, I saw the muzzle of a black and white dog poking through a hole in the board fence. In his eyes, I thought I detected longing…or maybe it was jealousy. He whined.

“Sorry, Killer. I know you’d like me to pet you too,” I said quietly, then finished my sentence, “…but I’m a cat lover.” My buddy just stirred briefly, then put his head down and fell back asleep. When there’s a cat sleeping in your lap, all is good in the world. Isn’t it?

 
© 2017 Robert Mihaly
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JUGGLING

For months I fell behind
Not a lack of thought…but
Juggling chain saws, blow torches,
Alligators, and bowling balls
Requires more than two hands
And all my concentration…
Of course, none of those are
Being juggled literally…
But the stress is real and its equal
One task taken off my list
Creates room for two more
I would anxiously await
The bliss of retiring…but
That day came and left me
Exactly where I am today
Something must be
Rotten in America
 
© 2017 Robert Mihaly
 
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HE’S A PEST

Stop me please
If I ramble
I figure that saying
So is a gamble
But I think it’s worth
Taking a crack…
Hoping there’ll be
No hiccup to queer it
So stand aside while
I steer it my way…
If I’m lucky,
By end of day
No words to mince
I’ll not need to wince
No need to festoon him
With deserved opprobrium
Everyone knows he’s just a pest
 

Prompt: Use at least 3 of the following 6 words in a poem

  • pest
  • crack
  • ramble
  • hiccup
  • wince
  • festoon